702 Ding! Vicious Tongue Han is here

Silence and chilliness penetrated the hospital late at night.

Yu Yuehan knitted his good looking eyebrows due to the smell of disinfectants floating in the air.

The long design of Yu Yuehan's jacket elongated his tall and slender body.

Just like Chinese landscape paintings that were solely painted with ink, a chilly feeling and a hint of nobility seeped through his perfect facial features.

He walked down the corridor and headed toward a VIP ward.

Two bodyguards were already anxiously looking in his direction before he had even reached the entrance.

They looked slightly astonished when they recognized him.

Just when they wanted to say something, they thought of their boss's instructions.

They could only perform their duties as they explained, "Young Master Han, very sorry about this. It isn't visiting hours right now, and our boss is not accepting any visitors either."